Icarus

"You matter not in this world, Icarus. You are but a filthy rodent who feeds of carcasses you don't deserve. The mere stench on your hide reeks of fear and failure. You're lucky the alpha would disapprove of me ripping your ugly face off of your skull."

These words echoed endlessly in Icarus's mind as a pup. At a young age as only an adolescent, Icarus fled his pack to start his own far from his homeland. He hated his mother and strived to create a pack of his own. One that would shelter those outcasted and looked down upon, and perhaps, even take over his old home.

Having left the mountains west, Icarus fled up north to settle in the tundra where the weather was harsh and nipped at his skin. There, his dream to overpower others along with loyal companions began. No matter how hard the wind whipped or how cold the snow became, Icarus pledged his life to any who would serve under his as an alpha.

Icarus is an aggressive and ruling young adult wolf at first glance. He snaps and snarls at all that dare defy his word. Not caring at all to other's opinions unless it's to his favor, and he will voice this very honest and bluntly. Even so, Alpha Icarus is very organized and thorough. He makes sure his pack is fed and that everyone is in fine health, as well as making sure there are the appropriate amount of hunters, healers, and apprentices. Deep down, he cares very much for anyone who wishes to join his pack.